Wrestles with words

If everything goes as planned, and I truly hope it will, this should bemy last post from isolation. It’ll be two weeks since my first vaccine dose this weekend, soI have beencleaningmy rentedroomand gatheringmy things. (I have sent away all coffee except...

A third night with not nearly enough sleep. Still, I spent the morning cleaning and organising and even made a phone call to reschedule a medical appointment (a big deal for an introvert – I loathe making phone calls). After lunch, I worked on a translation...

This is one of the downsides of living alone. I want to recycle these plastic containers for soap and moisturiser, but to put them in the recycling bin, I need to get the caps off first so that I can rinse them. And I just can’t do that. My autoimmune...

I slept poorly last night (bad dreams, too much noise), and have felt rather miserable today. It’s not just lack of sleep but also health concerns combined with other worries and uncertainties – and the pandemic situation isn’t actually helping.
It is one of those days where I compose a message in my head, then keep waiting for a response even though I haven’t yet actually written, not to mention sent, my message. Or where I pour half the coffee next to the mug, then wonder why is the coffee...